The Foolish Race Of Mankind Are Swarming

Literary History Is The Great Morgue Where All Seek The Dead Ones Whom They Love, Or To Whom They Are Related.

When The Heroes Go Off The Stage, The Clowns Come On.

The Portuguese, Dutch And English Have Been For A Long Time Year After Year, Shipping Home The Treasures Of India In Their Big Vessels. We Germans Have Been All Along Been Left To Watch It. Germany Would Do Likewise, But Hers Would Be Treasures Of Spiritual Knowledge.

There Is One Thing On Earth More Terrible Than English Music, And That Is English Painting.

Out Of My Great Sorrows, I Make Little Songs.